I step out on my back patio
To take in the winter scene
The snow’s beautiful blanket
Lays out smooth before me
Not a creature stirs
Not a sound was heard
The birdhouse, once full with a family
Now looks so cold and empty
The winter’s beauty leaves me aghast
But I can’t help but miss those little birds
Between the Lens 
So beautifully said! The feeling of emptiness hangs over me, as in winter stillness.
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